Chapter 116: Your Takeout Has Arrived (Please Add It to Your Collection and Recommend It!)

The Four-Unlike beast’s elephantine legs paced back and forth, as though it were searching for an opening and preparing to attack.

The strange beast had made up its mind. Relying on its limited intelligence, it felt that it still had a chance of winning.

After all, the man before it had been forced to vomit blood by a single stomp, and one of its subordinates had pierced his shoulder.

He had already suffered severe injuries. Surely, under such circumstances, it should be able to defeat him?

At that moment, Yang Fan’s eyes were bloodshot, yet he continued pouring energy into his body without pause.

He did not dare lower his guard now. With every passing instant, anything might change.

Lightning flickered across his body, and a long blade was clenched in his hand.

After a while—

Yang Fan suddenly stamped his foot and charged toward the Four-Unlike beast.

The beast was startled. It had not expected Yang Fan to take the initiative and attack.

Its four elephantine legs shifted as it turned around.

Its tail, more than three meters long, cracked through the air with a sonic boom and lashed toward Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stamped hard against the ground and leaped into the air.

But the tail was like a whip. It abruptly changed direction and struck at Yang Fan while he was still airborne.

Yang Fan swung his blade.

The Four-Unlike beast’s tail immediately wrapped around it. Its tough hide was not severed even by Yang Fan’s blade.

Still in midair, Yang Fan felt an enormous force surge through his hands.

Then his entire body was hurled toward the ground.

Just as he was about to crash down, Yang Fan bent low.

Crouching Shadow Flicker!

In an instant, he appeared ten meters away.

The long blade in his hand was flung to the ground by the Four-Unlike beast’s tail.

The beast turned and stared at Yang Fan.

Its enormous eyes blinked repeatedly, as though it could not understand why the man had suddenly vanished and then reappeared.

Yang Fan, however, had no time for such thoughts.

He unleashed Ninefold Treading Break once more.

One step carried him three meters, the second six, and the third twelve.

After those three steps, Yang Fan took another stride.

The fourth step carried him twenty-four meters.

His entire body began circling the strange beast.

The Four-Unlike beast remained where it was, watching Yang Fan circle around it.

Before long, the beast felt as though its head no longer belonged to it.

Everything it saw seemed to be spinning back and forth.

Yang Fan was panting heavily.

He had run in such a wide circle that he himself felt no dizziness. Watching the Four-Unlike beast sway and shake its head, he finally stopped circling and took a single step forward.

The beast was still shaking its head.

Suddenly, it felt as though something was missing from the space around it.

It looked carefully.

Where had that young man who had been running circles gone?

At that moment, Yang Fan was mounted on the Four-Unlike beast’s back.

Lightning erupted from his entire body.

The beast immediately began convulsing.

The instant it started twitching, it realized where the man had gone.

Riding atop the convulsing beast, Yang Fan drove punch after punch into the crown of its head, striking the space between its two horns.

The power of Open Ninefold, Level Ninefold, Break Ninefold, and yet another Ninefold merged into his fists.

One punch after another came crashing down.

Before long, the Four-Unlike beast’s elephantine legs sank to the ground.

After more than a dozen additional punches, the beast stopped convulsing.

It collapsed upon the Azure Sky Plain.

...

Yang Fan panted heavily.

Looking at the Four-Unlike beast lying on the ground, he let out a long breath.

It was finally over.

Through this battle against the three strange beasts, Yang Fan had discovered many of his own shortcomings.

But this was not the time to address them. He was injured—and badly so.

The Four-Unlike beast had been right in its judgment.

That clash, when Yang Fan had met its elephantine leg head-on, had shaken his internal organs out of alignment.

Later, when the rhinoceros beast pierced through his shoulder, he had suffered another serious injury.

At that moment, Yang Fan was already at the end of his strength.

He took healing medicine from his small pouch and began applying it to his wounds.

His guard had relaxed by then.

One of the three strange beasts had fled, while the other two were dead. The area should be safe for the time being.

But he could not remain there for long. The scent of blood from the strange beasts would attract others.

Yang Fan intended to leave as soon as he finished applying the medicine and return to the Kunpeng Tribe as quickly as possible.

...

At that moment, Kun Sha was seated in the patriarch’s place within the Kunpeng Tribe’s main hall. Below him sat all the tribe’s high-ranking officials.

They were vividly outlining their vision of the future.

None of them knew that, on the Azure Sky Plain, the two Eighth-Rank elders of their tribe had already been annihilated by the Azure Sky Eagle, while Yang Fan—the one who had gone to deliver the news—had also suffered severe injuries and was struggling to survive on the plain.

...

After bandaging his wounds, Yang Fan found a small hill and leaned against it to rest.

He was exhausted.

First, he had been terrorized by the Azure Sky Eagle. Then the self-destruction of an Eighth-Rank Venerable had knocked him unconscious. After that, he had fought three strange beasts head-on, bandaged his wounds, and hurried away from the battlefield.

This chain of events had drained the newly advanced Fourth-Rank Martial Master to the point of utter exhaustion. On top of that, he was seriously injured.

Just as Yang Fan was preparing to eat something, a pair of sharp eyes watched him from the woods on the hillside.

The moment Yang Fan took out his food, he sensed that something was wrong with the space behind him, as though something were staring at him.

He turned around and nearly died of fright.

The Azure Sky Eagle.

The Azure Sky Eagle was actually here!

Cold sweat poured down Yang Fan’s body. He was terrified out of his mind.

In a place he had thought was safe, there was actually a strange beast that could crush him with nothing more than a breath!

Yang Fan was filled with despair. What kind of luck was this? He had thought he had escaped the tiger’s jaws, but that had merely been wishful thinking. The Azure Sky Eagle had not eaten him earlier only because it had placed a takeout order.

And he was the meal being delivered.

With the resignation of a condemned man, Yang Fan stared at the enormous eagle hidden beneath the shadows of the forest. He did not believe he was its match, nor did he believe he could survive beneath its talons.

Unless the creature had no intention whatsoever of killing him, even the slightest release of its aura would probably leave him dead without a complete corpse.

After a long while...

Yang Fan began to feel that something was wrong.

Why was it not coming over?

After some more time passed, Yang Fan looked at those sharp eyes still fixed on him in the distance, puzzled.

Another moment went by.

Yang Fan could no longer stand it.

If it wanted to kill him, then kill him. If it wanted to eat him, then eat him. He had delivered himself right to its door—so what did it mean to keep staring without opening its beak?

This was not how one tormented people.

And if it tormented him like this, would he somehow taste better?

Summoning his courage, Yang Fan rose and walked toward the woods.

As he walked, he felt increasingly wretched.

No one had ever been as pathetic as he was at delivering takeout—not only had he brought the food to the door, he was even walking straight into its mouth.

Wait... would it expect him to tear himself apart and deliver the pieces into its stomach?

At the thought, Yang Fan felt waves of nausea.

......

Outside the Kunlun Secret Realm.

Dongfang Kui stepped out of the void.

Zhang Daoyi, who had been fighting the golden staff, suddenly erupted with power and began entangling the weapon.

The instant Dongfang Kui tore through the void and appeared, the long staff had already begun retreating. It was just about to enter the mist when Zhang Daoyi’s sudden burst of strength ensnared it.

The long staff radiated a terrifying aura.

The surrounding void began to twist.

Zhang Daoyi moved his body across the staff’s retreating path, his spear striking out again and again.

Every blow carried power no weaker than that of the staff.

When Zhang Daoyi saw Dongfang Kui emerge from the void, delight filled his heart.

These past few days had been truly miserable!